It is the first time that we were back after Diane's stroke. She suffered the stroke in the jungle not too far from Iguazu Falls. We were just standing there in silence wrapped up in our thoughts. Remarkably, to get to this spot we had to walk from the parking lot through the park and take a train to the spot where the trail over the rivers begins. From there we walked about a kilometer to the observation area. Here is what the trail looks like.
It was the journey that Diane took to get to that spot that makes the moment and the picture so meaningful. For instance, at that time she could only walk holding on to me or the railings...against and with the flow of people coming from and going to La Garganta...over the cross current of several rivers...in the heat. That was just part of the physical aspect of the moment. The contrast in the picture of the (1) stoic Diane and calm waters (2) with their inevitable turbulent drop over the falls (3) and then their return to the natural smooth flow of the river left a permanent impression. And, the longer Diane just looked out over the falls in silence the more I wondered what she was thinking, but out of love and respect never asked.